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“What are you watching, Jim?” my wife asked leaning over my shoulder. “This is the website Karen and Steve keep talking about,” I said “Looks like a lot of naked people. Is it a nude beach?” Nancy asked. “No, don’t you remember? Steve keeps telling us about this nudist camp forty miles north of here.” Nancy thought for a minute and said, “I thought he was talking about a backpacker’s camp of some sort. Do you think they want to go?” “I’m not sure, but Steve seems interested,” I replied. “I’ve never heard Karen mention it. You aren’t seriously considering it for us, are you?” “Well, Nancy, we could use a little spice in the bedroom these days.” She wasn’t happy with me interjecting something about our sex lives. “Well,” she said sounding annoyed, “How is a nudist camp going to help that?” I turned away from the computer and said, “I’m not sure, dear, but it can’t hurt. Anyway, it looks innocent enough.” “Look, Jim, I can’t imagine taking off my clothes in front of strangers. Anyway, we’re not that young anymore and our bodies have changed since college.” “Okay, I’m not buff like I was in college, but we work out and you still have an amazing body.” She put her hands on her hips and said, “How do you mean?” “Look,” I answered. “Your breasts are fuller and they have a much better shape than when we first met. I love your ass, and that hasn’t changed.” Nancy sat on my lap and gave me a little peck on the cheek, saying, “That’s sweet of you, Jim, but I can’t walk around nude with lots of people looking at me.” “Well, you did it in college at your sorority when they had a stripper contest. I was there and voted for you.” Nancy turned her head away from me, starting to leave, and then turned back and said, “Jim, that was ten years ago and we knew everyone. Hey, I wasn’t totally naked. I wore a G-string and pasties if you remember.” I remembered. The vision of that remarkable occasion gave me an immediate hard-on, and when Nancy walked into the bedroom, I followed. It was an impulsive thing, but I threw Nancy down on our bed, pushed up her skirt and pulled off her panties. I didn’t even take off my pants. They just hung above my knees as my cock plowed into my wife’s pussy. For a few minutes, we were back in college and we were fucking our brains out just like back then. I ejaculated inside my wife’s honey pot and at the same time, Nancy let out a shriek that could mean only one thing, her orgasm was strong and immediate. “Gosh, Jim,” Nancy said after cleaning up, “maybe there is something to that nudist camp. You were awesome!” The topic didn’t come up again until we had dinner at the Pinkersons on Thursday night. Steve asked, “What did you think of the website I sent you?” He was asking about the nudist camp website. Karen broke in, “What website is that, Steve?” “You know, the camp up the road.” “But I thought we agreed on that. We aren’t going, Steve,” she said firmly. “Yeah, I know, but I just wanted to hear what Jim thought. Jim, did you see it?” “Yep, lots of naked bodies,” parroting Nancy’s earlier comment. Steve pressed on, “Would you think of going one of these weekends?” “Oh, I can’t say. It’s up to Nancy, and we really haven’t talked about it.” “So that’s a definite maybe,” Steve said with a smile. “Maybe, maybe not and probably not.” Nancy was silent during the whole conversation and decided to change the topic. “Karen, have you been to the new shopping mall near the high school?” That’s when Steve and I split and sat down for a beer. Most of our conversation was on sports, but Steve mentioned that it would be nice if Karen would change her mind about the camp. Driving home, Nancy asked, “Did you and Steve talk about the camp?” “Not really. We were talking mostly about his Fantasy Football team. How about you and Karen?” “Well, Karen really didn’t want to talk about it. She insists that they will not be going and she’s adamant about it.” We drove on, and then I asked, “How about you?” “I thought about it. Maybe a weekend away would be nice, but if we went, promise never to tell the Pinkersons. Karen would hate me, and you know how they talk.” “Okay, how about if I check for next weekend? We’ll leave after work and stay Friday and Saturday night. If we don’t like it, we can always come home early.” Grudgingly, Nancy agreed. The camp was booked for the coming weekend, so I made reservations for the following Friday and Saturday nights. It was pricier that I had imagined, but that was because it is a resort and spa for nudists. The good news was that we could pack light. Nancy wanted to bring a bikini and I said that maybe it would be okay, but to bring that glorious string bikini she bought in Barcelona last summer. She asked what I was bringing, and it boiled down to underwear, a t-shirt and my dopp kit. The rest was what I would wear on the way there. The Friday of our getaway finally arrived, but I was tied up at work. A last minute contract had to be revised and I didn’t get out of the office until after eight. By the time we had dinner and jumped in the car, it was 9:30. “Jesus, Jim, I’m nervous,” Nancy said once we were on the road. “Me too, dear, but I think we’ll be alright. Let’s just stay calm and see how it goes.” We had brought along three bottles of wine just in case our nerves got the best of us. At eleven we arrived at the gate, showed our pass gaziantep escort to the gate keeper and checked out our cabin, Cabin 15. The cabin came with a Jacuzzi, a bottle of Champagne in the frig, robes for two, and a box of condoms and a vibrator in the bedside table. The bed was king size with a mirror on the ceiling. It seemed they had thought of everything. The first order of business was to uncork the Champagne. We sat outside on the patio with our drinks, looking for naked people, but saw no one. It was simply too late in the evening and there was a definite chill to the air. Nancy and I didn’t get up until nine the next morning. Dressed with the clothes we wore on the way to the camp, we went to the restaurant for breakfast. Most people were also dressed, except for one couple who wore bathing suits and the woman was topless. It was a little hard not to stare because it was our first experience with public nudity. Nancy and I sat by a nice couple from Duluth who were at the camp on a week’s vacation. They came back every year for rest and relaxation. They said the campers and staff were very accommodating, so they looked forward to returning each year. We introduced ourselves and mentioned we were first time campers. They agreed it was a little intimidating for them their first time, but after a while, they said, you forgot that people don’t wear clothes. By ten Saturday morning, people began to wander down to the pool wrapped in their robes. We had no idea what they wore under the robes, if anything. I decided to leave my clothes in the cabin except for the robe. Nancy wore her bikini and the robe. Once we arrived at the pool, the air warmed quickly and several campers were already in the pool. Watching a twenty-something babe use the diving board was entertaining. She would jump a couple of times on the diving board, making her ample boobs bounce, and then splash. Back she came to do it all over again. She received my rapt attention. By noon, everyone was naked, and I recognized several people from the website. Finally I removed my robe and dove into the pool. Nancy followed but still wore her luscious bikini. No one hustled her about the cover up, but eventually she got the nerve to join the rest of us in the buff. At first she was topless, then finally she removed the last vestige of privacy while in the pool. There were thin bodies and fat bodies, handsome men and some not so handsome. There were older people, even seniors, a few children, and many adults in their thirties and forties. The only person younger was the twenty-something diver who was with a man with silver hair. He looked to be thirty years her senior. When Nancy finally stepped out of the pool, it was obvious to other campers that she had the most erotic body at the pool, so she began to attract lots of attention. People came up to us, introduced themselves and stayed for a little chat. Most of the conversation was with Nancy, so I jumped into the pool to leave her to her admirers. Eventually I returned to my Chaise Lounger and Nancy whispered, “Jim, why did you leave me? It was embarrassing to have all of those guys hitting on me like that.” “Go jump in the pool and they will leave you alone,” and she did. The afternoon went by quickly as we snacked at the buffet and helped ourselves to wine. Around four, I realized that my skin was turning red. I had forgotten to apply sunscreen. Nancy’s body, on the other hand, glistened in the sun from the lotion she had smeared on her front and back. The sight of her lubricated breasts was causing some movement between my legs that could be embarrassing to a first timer. I decided being naked in the blazing sun for three hours was enough for one day. With my cock beginning to grow, it was a good time to wrap myself back in the robe. Not Nancy, because she had become totally accustomed to her nudity among strangers. In fact, she paraded around the pool without any sign of being bashful. I was married to a new Nancy. Dinner was at seven, and by the time we were back in the cabin, there was just enough time to shower and dress. The clothes we wore to dinner were still the travel clothes from the night before. Many of the couples were dressed fashionably. We looked like everyone’s poor second cousins. The staff sat us with a handsome black couple and both of them wore simple but elegant clothes. Her name was Clarissa and he called himself Logan. Clarissa’s diamond ring nearly blinded us and she wore a stunning tanzanite pendant hung on a classic silver omega necklace. They both were easy company. The dinner was a seafood buffet and everything was delicious. Our conversation at the table centered around our day at the camp and how we decided to vacation there. After desert, they invited us back to their cabin for a drink. Nancy and I were enjoying their company immensely and had no trouble accepting their invitation. They were in Cabin 14, the one next to ours, so we had no trouble finding it. Clarissa was a wonderful hostess and offered us a glass of wine from a bottle whose label was written in French but I could make out, ‘Bordeaux’ and ‘1995’. After two or three drinks, we went out on their porch to look at the full super moon reflecting on the lake. Logan explained that when the full moon was closest to earth, it looked larger and brighter than normal. Tonight was that night. Logan was strangely quiet for awhile until he asked, “Are you and Nancy swingers?” I was stunned by his question. “No,” I said. “We just wanted to try something different for the weekend and came here.” “Have you ever thought about swinging?” Logan inquired. Nancy reacted this time with, “No, never.” “Okay. I thought I would ask because, Nancy, you have such a beautiful body that really should be shared.” With that, I responded with, “Yes, she is beautiful but we tend to be pretty conservative.” Clarissa joined the conversation and said, “We don’t want to embarrass you, but if by chance you want to swing, we would love to be your partners.” Nancy turned to Clarissa and said, “Thanks. That’s very thoughtful, but I don’t think so.” Logan ended the conversation with, “If you change your mind, let us know. Hey, it’s getting late. Let’s call it a night.” “Right,” I replied. “Thanks for a lovely evening.” We exchanged business cards and returned to our Cabin 15. The lovely super moon shining over the lake was an aphrodisiac. It was a moon of romance, passion, and sex. Nancy initiated the sex with a blow job. It continued from there using every sexual position we knew and a few we invented. I came twice and Nancy seemed to have an endless stream of orgasms. We didn’t get to sleep until well after one in the morning. Before falling asleep, Nancy said, “How about that. They asked us over to their cabin to swing. Could you ever do that, Jim?” “Oh, I don’t know. I’m too tired and exhausted to even think about it. I can tell you this, dear, you are one hell of a fuck.” We both woke up with a hangover and struggled to get to breakfast by nine. Clarissa and Logan waved hello when we entered the restaurant. We returned a friendly greeting, finished our breakfast and were on our way back home by 10:30. Our sex life changed after that weekend. Nancy spent time on the Internet checking out porn videos, just, as she explained, to be a better lover. Not only was she a better lover, she became a creative lover. I knew when she had been watching porn because in bed she was incredibly wet, horny and aggressive. I think it was on the Saturday night following our trip to the nudist camp that Nancy suggested we try anal. It would be a new experience for both of us, and I’m usually up for anything new when it comes to sex. It was a little surprising that Nancy was willing to try it. Apparently this was not an impulsive idea because she had already cleaned herself and had lube hidden in the bedside table. Bedtime came early that evening and Nancy was dressed in her sexiest lingerie. I didn’t even put on pajamas when we hopped into bed. Nancy grabbed my balls and started sucking them before taking my cock down her throat. By now she had mastered the deep throat blow job and I loved it. Nancy said, “We can’t have you cum too early. You have a date with my ass, you horny devil.” At that she opened the bedside table drawer and handed me a container of Glide Anal Lube. I removed the cap and out oozed a clear stream of slippery solution. It looked and felt like pre-cum in a bottle. I rubbed a little on my already hard cock, and when Nancy turned over with her ass in the air, I rubbed a little on her butt hole. My fingers were lubricated, so I gently slipped a finger in her anus. She didn’t seem in pain, so then I inserted two fingers and worked them in and out. Her sphincter began to relax, a signal that she was ready It wasn’t clear how much lube she needed, but to be sure, I added a little extra on my cock and began patiently penetrating my wife’s ass. I went in slowly at first, but to our surprise, my cock was soon buried deep inside her rear end. Nancy started rocking back and forth, encouraging me to hump her faster and harder. I responded vigorously. The tight feeling was an unexpected pleasure and from the sounds Nancy was making, she seemed to be enjoying it even more than I. Normally I can hold back and give my wife a good fucking, but not this time. I came inside her ass early and often. We laid on our side with my dick still being held captive in her back door. Eventually it softened and slipped out pulling my man juice along with it, making a rather impressive puddle on the bed. “Jim,” she said, “Now I know why women love anal. I couldn’t imagine it before, but there was this intense feeling at my g-spot that was amazing!” “It was fantastic for me too, Nancy. You are so tight in there and I had a terrific orgasm.” That led to having anal every night for the next week. Finally, Nancy said her back side was sore and she was ready to try a few interesting new positions she had seen on the Internet. But for this, we were only pussy fucking. Logan e-mailed me two weeks after we had met Clarissa and him at the nudist camp. He wrote that they were headed back to the camp next week. He suggested we join them. I had some vacation time so I ran the idea by Nancy. She said, “I would like to go back, Jim, but I’m a little nervous being with Logan. He and Clarissa are into swinging and I felt a little pressured the last time.” “Well, I didn’t think he pressured us. Yes, he tested the waters but they dropped it.” “Jim, do you ever think of having sex with another woman?” “I guess so but honey, I love you and no other woman could possibly replace you.” “Oh sweetheart, thanks. I feel the same about you, but would you ever fuck Clarissa if we decided to swing with them?” “Look, Nancy, that’s a hypothetical question that I really can’t answer. Are you rethinking this?” I asked. “Not exactly, but I’ve seen some couples doing it in a few of the videos and it seems strangely normal. No one is aggressive or pushy and people just partner up and enjoy each other’s body.” “So you have rethought it, right.” “Kind of, but only in theory,” she answered with a hint of guilt. “Should I tell Logan that we are on for next week if the boss lets me off?” “Sure, and this time we will bring something nicer to wear at dinner,” she added. “Absolutely,” I agreed. It was all set for my vacation week. The camp was booked for the weekend so we didn’t get there until Monday morning. This time we packed a small bag with dinner clothes and swimsuits. Nancy brought along her tiniest string bikini, the one she wore on the French Riviera last summer. She attracted lots of lookers, both men and women. I brought along the anal lube. Oh yes, there was one more thing. I had to trim my pubic hair. I’m kind of hairy in the chest and that includes around by cock and balls. Compared to the other men at the camp, I looked like a Neanderthal. So my balls were shaved and the hair surrounding my penis got a crew cut. Nancy loved the new look. We didn’t see Clarissa and Logan until later in the afternoon at the pool. Clarissa has this beautiful smooth chocolate brown skin, a charming face, and a slim body. Logan was another story. He is masculine in every way including his muscular body but what was eye catching was his cock. Nancy couldn’t keep her eyes off of his massive organ. “God, Jim, is he ever hung!” were her words. Again we dined with them. Logan mentioned, “Tonight is Porn Night in the theater.” I thought he said “Prom Night” but no, he was saying they were showing some of the latest and best new porn videos. He and Clarissa were going and thought maybe we would like to join them. Nancy was all for it and although I was a little less enthusiastic, it seemed like an interesting way to spend the evening. The show started promptly at 8:30. The first video was a short soft porn movie with two lovers hugging and kissing various body parts. The fuck scene was viewed from a distance without close-ups. It wasn’t much more than what can be seen in an R-Rated movie. I asked Logan if that’s what is usually shown on Porn Night. He said the first movie is always low key with hardcore stuff later. He was right. The next video was definitely hardcore. It was an interracial flick with black guys fucking really horny white girls. I think it was titled, “With Blacks Only.” One of the girls took on three guys in various orifices all at once, double penetration and a blowjob. She sure was good at multitasking. Then I did a double take when I saw a familiar face on the screen. It looked a lot like Logan and the actor sure had a dick like his. I said nothing to Logan when we left the theater. He suggested we have a drink and jump into their Jacuzzi. Nancy accepted immediately. I was a little surprised at her enthusiastic response but she might be anticipating something. On the other hand maybe she noticed something in the video besides the big cocks. When we got back to our cabin, I asked Nancy, “Did you notice something strange in that last video?” “Not really. There were a lot of really hung studs having a good time with those sluts, but I’ve seen that before on the computer.” “Didn’t you see something else that was familiar, like one of the actors?” “Really?” she said in surprise. “What or whom do you mean?” “Didn’t you think the guy fucking that slut doggie looked a lot like Logan?” “Well yes, now that you mention it. The actor’s face resembled Logan and that enormous cock could have been his. Do you think it’s him?” “Maybe. Let’s try to find out tonight.” We slipped on our bathing suits before walking over to the next cabin. Clarissa and Logan were already naked in the Jacuzzi. We felt overdressed, even Nancy with a bikini that barely covered her nipples and pussy felt out of place. “Take off those silly things and come join us,” Clarissa said with a happy smile. Without objecting, we stripped and slid into the hot tub. Waiting for us on the side of the tub were two flutes of Champagne and a plate of cheese. Most of the conversation was small talk, until Clarissa asked us what we thought about Porn Night. We nodded in approval and said it was a different twist on Prom Night. Everyone laughed. “Logan,” I said, “there was an actor that could have been your twin brother.” “Yes, Jim, you are right, although he isn’t my twin. I’m the actor in that movie.” “You are kidding!” Nancy blurted out. “No, I’ve been doing porn for almost three years. We come to nudist colonies like this as a promo for the studio. I walk around the pool showing off my assets and then the camp shows one of my movies. In the lobby you will see lots of our videos for sale. It’s all a part of a great merchandising scheme.” “You’re right about that.” I agreed then added, “Is Clarissa in some of the films?” “Not usually. Once in a while she has a cameo role, but normally Clarissa is on the production staff. Hey, let’s have more Champagne. I’ve got a great idea for tomorrow.” Logan kept us guessing but after the glasses were filled, Logan filled in the blanks.